Having stayed up with Dad for three nights, Mom doesn’t have the energy for leading calisthenics or cooking special meals. Linda has her own interests. Investment in the multi-pronged treatment plan is at an all-time low. With my long-term doubts, I won’t push to continue it.
Under the treatment plan we disagreed, but we worked as a team. Now our minds have chosen separate corners, like four strangers dividing the space in an elevator.
What is it that Dad finds when he hides in his inner room? That’s what I want to know. Maybe it’s some sadness that’s stuck in there and isn’t coming out, like the opposite of music.